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MEOWWW!!! 3nodding
okay i know this sucks but hey give me a break!!! &.& i hope you like it a bit lol 3nodding
~* Making Sarah cry*~
He stood among his friends from school
He joined their childhood games
Laughing as they played kick ball but --
Sarah was not like the rest;
She was slow and not as intelligent and…for some reason it would seems she was without a heart
He never knew just why
For he could hear his mothers voice
Her lessons of right and wrong
Playing over and over in his mind like his favorite song
“treat others with respect son,…..the way you’d want them treating you and remember when you hurt others someday, someone might hurt you”
He knew his mother would not understand the purpose of there game… of tearing Sarah who made them laugh
As her own tears fell like rain-- the funny faces that she made---and they way she stomped her feet whenever they mocked they way she walked--even the stutter when she spoke
To him she deserved it
Because she never tried to hide
And if she truly wanted to be alone
That she should stay inside
But everyday she would do the same
She would come outside to play
And stand there tears upon her face
To upset to run away
The game would soon be over
As the tears dropped down her eyes
For the purpose of there fun
…..Was making Sarah cry
It was nearly two months
He hadn’t seen his friends
He was certain they must wonder what happened and where he had been so he felt a bit nervous
As he limped his way to class he hoped know one would notice
He prayed know one would ask about that awful day
…..the day a car crashed into him on his bike
Leaving him with a dreadful limp and jagged looking scars
So he held his breath a little as he hobbled into the class room
When he entered the room he was invited my a “welcome back” banner and some red balloons
He felt a smile creep across his face
And his friends smiled too
But….he couldn’t play outside
His favorite thing to do
So the second he stepped outdoor
He saw his friends waiting there ..he expected a pat on the back….instead they all stared at him
He felt his face grow hotter as he limped to join their side to play kick ball and there usual game of making Sarah cry
An awkward smile crossed his face
Just then he heard someone laugh he heard the words
“hey freak where did you get the ugly mark?”
He turned …expecting Sarah to be the owner of the voice
But Sarah could not be seen
It was his own friends mocking him
It was the scar upon his face they were laughing at
..such words…they were so hurtful….he wouldn’t except it
He joined in there laughter
Trying not to give in to the awful urge to cry
Or the quivering of his chin
“they are only teasing” he said over and over in his mind trying believe those words
“they are still my friends…they would never think of hurting me”
But the cruel remains continued….
About his hideous scar…his lame limp
He knew if he shed a single tear they would label him a wimp
And so the words went on
And his heart wondered why
But he knew without a doubt
The game would never end until they made him cry
And just when a tears formed
He heard a voice speak out from behind
“leave him alone you bullies because he is a friend of mine”
He turned to poor Sarah
Determination across her face
Sticking up for one of her tormenter
And willing to take his place
And when his friends did just that
If trying their best to make poor Sarah cry
This time he didn’t join in
And at last he knew exactly what his mother said
It took a lot of courage
But he knew he must be strong
For at last he saw the difference
Between right and wrong
And Sarah didn’t seem so weird through his now understanding eyes
Now he knew he would never play again
The game of making Sarah cry
It took several days of tearing
And several mean words from his friends
But when they saw his strength
They choose to be like him
And now they play in the play ground
A group of kids meet everyday
For a game of kick ball and laughter
…..and teaching there new friend Sarah how to play…..
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Evanesance is the best i love these Lyrics!!
I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.
All the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
To sharp to put back together.
To small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
If I try to touch her,
And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.
.......and now for some good saings ^_^
Indecision is the key to flexibility.
If you find something you like, buy a lifetime supply, because they will
stop making it.
You can't tell which way the train went by looking at the track.
Be kind, everyone you meet is fighting a tough battle too.
This is as bad as it can get... but don't bet on it.
There is no substitute for genuine lack of preparation.
By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends.
Happiness is merely the remission of pain.
Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.
Sometimes too much drink is not enough.
The facts, although interesting, are generally irrelevant.
The world gets a little better every day, and worse in the evening.
Someone who thinks logically is a nice contrast to the real world.
The other line always moves faster... until you get in it.
Anything worth fighting for is worth fighting dirty for.
Everything should be made as simple as possible, but no simpler.
Friends may come and go but enemies accumulate.
It's hard to be nostalgic when you can't remember anything good.
I have seen the truth and it makes no sense.
To live forever, acquire a chronic disease and take care of it.
Suicide is the most sincere form of self-criticism.
If you think that there is good in everybody, you haven't met everybody.
If you can smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame.
One seventh of your life is spent on Monday.
The more you run over a dead cat, the flatter it gets.
Happiness is good health and a bad memory.
Do unto others
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 Feline Jester · Thu Sep 30, 2004 @ 02:04am · 10 Comments |
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